Hyperion sighed. Living the way he did was unique. He hadnt had real contact with civilization in some time...and that was the way he wanted it.

So much had happened. So much people just would not listen to...But apparently Athens remained and so did quite a bit else. The Yalm he flew was in need of significant repairs and he'd been forced to use mech transportation for several days. Not so bad a thing for the pilot, but it was hard on the mech. Still being gone this long was an achievement in and of itself. So little of the world had still been explored and he'd seen a great deal. He wondered what new ways those ahead of him would have come up with to kill each other and were Alan and Simon still at each other's throats? Probably. Human nature rarely changed and never for the better.

Still to all things there is an end, and his time away had reached that end.

He wondered who was still around, who might be able to help him re-adjust. Was his palatial apartment in Jobe not completely filled with dust? Plenty of questions. No real clear answers except for one. The time had come to return once more and god help anyone who stood in this Enforcer's way. He killed before, he'd made the greatest of enemies both clan and omni and he survived it all.